Chapter 158 Memories
The three demon kings on the altar also frowned in confusion.
After seeing the giant dragon being defeated by Fentian's blow, they thought Qiu Qianling was doomed to lose, and even began to regret agreeing to Yinghuang's request and watching from the sidelines.
After all, with Qiu Qianling's current level of cultivation, it was impossible for her to break through Fentian's defenses, right? So, how did she do it?
Fentian was even more stunned, and a surge of anger rose in his heart. Ever since he ascended the throne of the Demon Lord, no one had been able to harm him.
Anyone who dares to offend him should pay with blood!
He frantically mobilized the magic power in his body, trying to force out the bloody blade stuck in his chest. However, the blade seemed to be grown together with his flesh and blood. The slightest force could make him feel a heart-wrenching pain.
The blade did not move at all, and even absorbed more vigorously. All the blood in the body rushed towards the blade, and the magic power was also quickly consumed.
Fentian's face no longer had the previous sense of ease and comfort. He gripped the hilt of the knife tightly with both hands and yelled at Qiu Qianling, "What kind of demonic knife is this? And where did you learn the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique?!"
Qiu Qianling crossed his arms and looked at him with a half-smile, but there was indifference in his eyes.
She simply took advantage of the fact that Fentian was busy dealing with the backlash of the Soul Binding Sacrifice Blood Formation to quietly activate the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique, silently infiltrating the sword intent into Fentian's protective demonic energy.
As a result, before Fentian could even realize what was happening, the blood blade broke through his defense and pierced his heart and lungs.
You must know that the Blood Blade is not an ordinary weapon, but a magical weapon that contains the power of rules.
If it were an ordinary sword, this injury would be nothing to Fentian. However, the soul-sucking and demon-snatching blood blade, coupled with the realm-ignoring Heaven-Slashing Sword Technique, was enough to inflict fatal damage to Fentian.
When she received the knife from her master, she had already made up her mind to eliminate all those who stood in her way.
Getting rid of Fentian is just the beginning.
Moreover, to be precise, Fentian did not die at her hands. What really killed him was his arrogance and contempt for his enemies.
At this moment, Fentian's cultivation was rapidly regressing. In just a short while, he fell from the Great Demon Realm to the Demon Infant Realm. The Blood Blade did not stop there, and even devoured his cultivation at a faster speed.
All the demons present could feel that the terrifying pressure released by Fentian had disappeared, and their Demon Lord had become even worse than an ordinary demon warrior.
Ying Huang climbed up from the pile of corpses, covering the wound on his shoulder with his hand. He swayed for a while before he could barely stand.
Success, succeeded?
A flash of ecstasy flashed in her eyes, but it was only for a moment before she suppressed the joy in her heart. Now was not the time to rejoice. Only when Fentian was completely dead could she feel at ease.
In the Soul Binding Sacrifice Blood Formation, everyone gaped in disbelief. How could Qiu Qianling, a Nascent Soul cultivator, actually defeat the Demon Lord?!
The demons were also completely shocked. That was the Demon Lord Fentian, who inherited the cultivation of the previous Demon Lord and defeated the four great demon lords. He was the Demon Lord Fentian who had never been defeated and was even nearly invincible!
How could he be defeated by the sword of a mere Nascent Soul cultivator?
"Hahahaha, so what about those people who just asserted that Shadow Phoenix Demon Lord was delusional? What do they say now?"
"I've already said that Fentian is unfit to lead the demon clan. You guys who are crying over nothing even before a fight has even begun, you've been kneeling for so long you can't straighten yourselves!"
Those who had just mocked Ying Huang and Qiu Qianling blushed instantly, feeling extremely ashamed, and lowered their heads silently.
Fentian looked around, and all he saw were faces filled with indifference, relief, and even hints of scorn. He felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave, and his initial desire to enlist the demons' aid was crushed to dust.
Despair, fear, and collapse instantly overwhelmed him like a tide.
"No...it shouldn't be like this..." He murmured softly, unable to accept the fact that he was about to die.
A sharp and painful scream rang out in his mind. This is impossible! This is not his end!
He has not yet found the love of his life, nor has he found his biological father, nor has he cleared himself of the crime of slaughtering the immortals. How could he possibly die!
He should not be a devil who deserves to be punished, but a hero who saves the world!
He is not a demon, everything he does is controlled!
Qiu Qianling, Qiu Qianling, how could you do this to me!
Fentian suddenly raised his head and looked at Qiu Qianling with resentment. He couldn't understand——
How could the kind girl who used to hold the red wild fruit, smile sweetly at him, and have pure and kind eyes, become so cold, ruthless and hateful now!
He struggled to stretch out his hand, grabbed the other person's neck and questioned him harshly, but his cultivation had fallen back to the foundation-building stage and the blood in his body was almost completely consumed. He just raised his arm halfway before it fell down weakly, his legs softened, and he knelt heavily on the ground with a thud.
The mask on his face suddenly slipped off, revealing the half of his face that had been hidden.
There was a huge, hideous black spot on the lower half of his face, and the right half seemed to have been burned by fire, with white bones exposed, looking extremely ugly and terrifying.
When Qiu Qianling suddenly saw such a face, he was shocked and subconsciously took a breath of cold air. This person really wore a mask because he was too ugly!
Fentian saw the surprise on her face and thought she had remembered something, and a glimmer of hope suddenly lit up in her gray eyes.
He said hurriedly, "Do you remember me? Do you remember that ten years ago, you helped a boy with black spots on his face and gave him some wild fruit. You said that fruit was called myrtle... That boy was me!"
Qiu Qianling was stunned, then he remembered.
Yes, she helped an ugly boy when she was a child.
That summer, her mother took her to the mountains to pick wild fruits. On the way back, they saw several older boys bullying a strange little boy and throwing stones at his face.
Because the little boy had a black spot on the lower half of his face and burns, they all called him ugly.
The men beat and kicked the little boy and then left.
Qiu Qianling didn't dare to look at his ugly face. He pulled his mother's sleeve and walked forward, wanting to go home quickly.
But her mother stopped her, squatted down and said to her, "That child has a face like that and is still bullied. It's really pitiful. Qian Ling, didn't you say you wanted to be a good and kind child? Can you share the wild fruits with that brother?"
Qiu Qianling wanted to be a kind and obedient child, because only when she was obedient would her mother smile at her.
So, suppressing his fear and terror, he picked up the wild fruit in his arms, walked up to the boy, and tried to comfort him clumsily.
The boy accepted the wild fruit but turned away with a gloomy face without even saying thank you.
Qiu Qianling stood there helplessly, thinking that she had done something wrong, but her mother came over and gently told her that she had done a good job.
Because doing good deeds is not about expecting anything in return.
Qiu Qianling was very happy to receive praise from his mother, and secretly thought to himself that he would be a good and kind person in the future.
But what happened later? What did she get in return for her kindness?
In return, he suffered the death of his mother, the deception of his father, the cruelty of his senior brother, and the cold eyes of everyone in the immortal sect.
Her kindness has been killed by this cruel world. The girl who wanted her mother's praise has long been dead.
Her mother taught her to be kind, but her master taught her to hold the knife tightly.
Only the powerful are qualified to show mercy!
Thinking of this, Qiu Qianling smiled softly, "I remember now, it turned out to be you."
Fentian saw her smile, and his face regained its brightness. He said to her, "Since you know it's me, quickly help me pull out the blood blade!"
Qiu Qianling tilted his head slightly, his tone puzzled. "What nonsense are you talking about? I comforted you back then, shouldn't you repay me? Giving me your position as the Demon Lord is the best reward for me."
Fentian's eyes widened in astonishment. "You—! You've become so terrifying. Is the position of Demon Lord really that important? Fine, I'll give the position of Demon Lord to you. Can you spare my life?!"
Qiu Qianling remained indifferent and insisted, "No, my master told me to kill you. When you killed her, you should have thought that this day would come."
Fentian thought of the white-horned demon he met that day, but he couldn't remember when he had offended such a person.
He felt dizzy and almost lost consciousness, but out of his desire to survive, he still forced himself to ask, "Who is your master?"
Qiu Qianling curled the corners of his mouth. If he knew that her master was Murong Ci, he would definitely be even more devastated.
She really wanted to tell him, and also wanted to show off to the world, that her master was the Demon Lord Murong Ci, who had once made both the immortals and the demons tremble in fear.
But she can't.
She had promised her master not to tell her name to anyone.
Qiu Qianling looked at Fentian again. He had been drained dry and had become a complete cripple. His face was as pale as a dead man, and he was only breathing his last breath.
She had an idea. Although her master didn't allow her to tell him her orders, the man was about to die, so it would be okay to tell him.
In fact, she had looked for Murong Ci in her dream last night, but she didn't see her. Qiu Qianling guessed that she probably didn't show up because she had consumed too much cultivation last time and needed time to recover.
However, when the master knows that she has avenged her, he will definitely be very happy.
Considering the great contribution she has made, it should be okay for her to disobey her master a little.
With this thought in mind, Qiu Qianling leaned over and whispered in Fentian's ear: "My master is the former Demon Lord, Murong Ci."
Fentian, who was already beyond help, suddenly narrowed his eyes and began to gasp for breath, making a hoarse sound from his throat, "Who are you talking about... Impossible... My mother died a long time ago... No... She's still alive... She's the one controlling me... It's her..."
His voice was unclear and before he could finish, his neck tilted and he fell to the ground and died.
Qiu Qianling, who didn't hear it clearly, frowned in confusion. What does it mean? Murong Ci is his mother?
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